When they reached the second floor where the Jitsu academy was located, August noticed how pale Jitsu looked all the time they had walked away from his father, entering the elevator until now. “What is it, Jitsu? We won. We beat your father. You should be happy,” August said in that nonchalant manner that would usually irritate Dan. Jitsu turned his head to look at him. “You just woke a sleeping tiger, August. My dad is not to be messed with,” Jitsu said almost in a shaky tone as August chuckled and shrugged. “Let’s see what he’s got. But I…” He placed his hand on his chest. “Solemnly promise that I will protect you from that evil man,” he smiled playfully as Jitsu shook his head. “You don’t know anything,” he started to walk away but suddenly stopped and turned to look at August. “How did you know about my uncle? And why would you use him to threaten my dad?” August raised a brow, pretending he didn’t hear the question. He had started digging on Anikstar Kokura. As they say, the rich

Dave adjusted on the podium uncomfortably, swallowed as he maintained a tight smile to the crowd whose gazes were fixed on him. That bastard. He seethed within him. He shouldn’t underestimate him. But then, doing what he asks is like betraying Kokura. More like making a fool out of him. His eyes met Kokura who was sitting on the high table.“Don’t try to play smart, Dave. I know you have found a way to acquire the building. You would use the government authority to get us to give it up. Now, here is good news, I give my consent happily! So does Jitsu.” August chuckled playfully. “Now….” August's gaze was now intent on Dave from the far point where he stood. “How will you repay us for our kindness?” He asked with a calm tone that sounded threatening.“Still thinking?” August’s voice came through the receiver after a moment of silence as he tore his gaze away from Kokura who had a smile on his face, obviously enjoying the party of his newfound ally.No one. No one in history has ever pu

"This is a mess. Just when we are making progress," Greta muttered under her breath in frustration and shoved her hands through her hair as she walked to occupy a vacant seat."But they separated…" Scot immediately added. "But I heard rumors that they’ve gotten back together," he added again, earning him a frustrated groan from Ralph."Stick to one thing, Scot. And how the hell did you even know that?" Ralph said with an irritated look, which had stemmed from his hip being raised and crushed almost at the same time."I am the biggest Stan. We have a fan group of which I am an active member. So we know these things, especially things that are unknown to the public," Scot defended."I can’t believe you have time to support a girl group and still make games," Ralph scoffed, while Scot ignored him."Dave will never let her work for us," Lila shifted her gaze to August, who looked like he was in deep thought."We can never know until we try. Lila, you are coming with me on this trip to mee

“Hey babe.” Hannah wrapped her arm around August’s neck out of the blue as Dave immediately sprang up, his eyes widened in shock.Hannah removed August’s mask as she smiled broadly at him. “Help me and I will do anything you want later on.” She whispered to August who was trying to grasp everything that was happening too quickly.He wrapped his arm around her waist and smiled. “Babe.”Hannah gave him a thankful smile and turned to look at a dumbfounded Dave.“How dare you?!” Dave seethed and made to lunge at them but August came to stand between Hannah and Dave. “You shouldn’t raise a hand on a lady, Dave. That’s rude.”“Is this some sort of Joke? She is my bloody girlfriend! Now get out of my way you loser!” Dave raved as August stood his ground.“Hannah, what do you think? Are you done with him?” August moved aside a bit as Hanna showed her face a bit.“We are done, Dave. It’s over between us.” She said, even though her tone was not firm. August immediately took note of something. A

“Hey, George,” August smiled, trying to wave away the tense atmosphere that accompanied George's cold reception as he took his seat on an empty chair opposite where George sat, a huge table with different delicacies of food separating them.“What’s with the half-hearted smile? You look like you’ve been forced to come here, August,” he snorted as August still maintained his smile.“Maybe I was,” August tried to add a hint of humor as he made to serve himself, but George stopped him as he hit his hand on the table fiercely, shocking everyone in attendance.“Do I look like a joke to you, August?” George asked with a sarcastic laugh as August raised his head slowly to look at George, his patience already running out. As if Charlie, who sat beside George, noticed, he immediately chimed in. “Come on George, don’t be a killjoy. We are not college kids any longer. We are now successful people in different fields. Give August a break,” Charlie spoke softly to George, as if he didn’t want Augus